Brutalism Stories

DISSIDENT GEOMETRY / VOL. II abandons stable realities and enters a world where existence continues functioning despite growing incompatibilities within itself. These stories are not revelations, but fractures: lost days, exhausted buildings, administrative anomalies, impossible weather, unstable memories and subtle distortions contaminating ordinary life. Moving beyond conventional weird fiction, Volume II explores a colder, stranger and more human territory where reality no longer collapses dramatically - it simply begins operating incorrectly while everyone keeps adapting. A drifting architecture of cognitive errors, emotional residue and procedural nightmares.

DISSIDENT GEOMETRY is not a collection of stories. It is a drifting perceptual architecture assembled from fractures, atmospheric anomalies, unstable memories and non-human correspondences. Each text behaves like a localized distortion inside reality: a document from an impossible archive, a fragment of cognitive weather, a structure partially resisting interpretation. The corpus does not seek revelation. It seeks displacement. Between brutalist silence and luminous estrangement, between administrative absurdity and post-human resonance, DISSIDENT GEOMETRY explores the unstable zones where perception, matter and language cease agreeing completely with themselves.

The final writing competition.

Hier sammle ich einige selbstgeschriebene Gedichte. Gedanken, Poesie, einiges was durch meine Gedanken trampelt und kleine Samen sät, pflanze ich zufrieden hier ein. Bunt zusammengewürfelte Themen, Metren, Sprachen (hauptsächlich Deutsch aber auch Englisch o. Polnisch) TW: blood, death, murder? explenation kills art Von allem Geschriebenen liebe ich nur das, was einer mit seinem Blute schreibt. Schreibe mit Blut: und du wirst erfahren, dass Blut Geist ist. -Friedrich Nietzsche

"The Plant is not a place; it is an organism." Eight levels. Eight stories. One concrete memory failing at 324 beats per minute. Or maybe less. It depends on who is staring at the terminal. You can enter from the Foundations, where the concrete drinks blood like it's parched, or watch the monolith from the Outside. The elevator is broken, time is a glitch, and the bureaucracy at Level +1 is producing paper while the heart at Level -1 is dying. Read it in any order. Choose your floor. Survive the architecture. Italian Edition available here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/410199952-la-centrale

Magnitogorsk ne dort jamais. Les cheminées vomissent de la fumée noire, la neige tombe lourde et sale, et les blocs d'immeubles suintent le gel et la poussière. Les lampadaires tremblent, mais leur lumière ne réchauffe rien. Tout est dur, gris, fatigué. Les mains deviennent rouges, les visages se ferment. On apprend à marcher vite, à respirer à peine. Pourtant, dans cette ville qui écrase tout, des regards se cherchent. Des souffles trop proches. Et quand ça arrive, la glace se fissure. Tout brûle. Magnitogorsk connaît le feu dans la nuit. Les passions ici ne naissent pas doucement. Elles frappent, violentes, irrésistibles. Deux jeunes vont bientôt se heurter. Ils croient marcher vers la vie. C'est vers le chaos qu'ils vont.

In which Raskolnikov searches for progress in this world of never ending suffering but instead stumbles upon an unexpectedly fearless obstacle who wants to help him create a new age.

A 16 year old girls life is changed forever after her country is invaded. She wants to defend her country from the invaders, what she doesnt know is this will lead to her meeting a special person.

Roughly a hundred girls with different powers were taken away from their families at a young age to be then trapped inside of a laboratory because of their abilities. They are forced to go through multiple activities all together and join every single activity without batting an eye or retorting. When a new girl named Ayomide shows up, the main character Umbrielle decides to work along with her to end their agony once and for all. -The cover was drawn by me!